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My Last week of September was officially a Week of Poetry!
and I suspect I have never, in my whole Life, gotten as in to this Artform as I did then...
However I also suspect this Poetic Mood of mine will not last.
I follow the waves of my Soul more so than Create them, and in this specific point in my Life the waves are strong,
Poetry is not my Priority.
I have many things on my Mind, many things to do. Other waves to try create.
I have to Evolve, devolve, fall down from my own little world and
CRASH into a new one.
I need the momentum,
I need to focus the change that is the bane of my existence,
for I can not remain as I am.
Don't know how much sense that makes, but basically what I wanted to say is that I am changing. And I hope to find room for Poetry in my Future.
Random Poem: The Unknown.
Things never work exactly like I imagine they will,
but that is why the world is interesting!
why I like to look ahead, Seek and Explore.
The unknown doesn't have to hold Uncertainty or Fear!
It doesn't need to be far,
You can make it be Near!
The Unknown can be Anything...!
A tool for us to use,
A game for us to play,
like:
"How according to plan, will things go Today?"
Take your bets everybody!!
Come on, Take a Shot!
If you're tired of losing,
Strike!
The Iron is hot.
I can see it in your eyes,
that flame,
capable of burning all
opposing you,
If only you could use it.
and... that's the random Poem of the Journal. Yup,
One moment you suspect you will take a break from writing Poems,
The next you take a break from taking a break.
I'd love to know your opinion on the subject and Poem of the Journal :3
~Ladnavar.
and I suspect I have never, in my whole Life, gotten as in to this Artform as I did then...
However I also suspect this Poetic Mood of mine will not last.
I follow the waves of my Soul more so than Create them, and in this specific point in my Life the waves are strong,
Poetry is not my Priority.
I have many things on my Mind, many things to do. Other waves to try create.
I have to Evolve, devolve, fall down from my own little world and
CRASH into a new one.
I need the momentum,
I need to focus the change that is the bane of my existence,
for I can not remain as I am.
Don't know how much sense that makes, but basically what I wanted to say is that I am changing. And I hope to find room for Poetry in my Future.
Random Poem: The Unknown.
Things never work exactly like I imagine they will,
but that is why the world is interesting!
why I like to look ahead, Seek and Explore.
The unknown doesn't have to hold Uncertainty or Fear!
It doesn't need to be far,
You can make it be Near!
The Unknown can be Anything...!
A tool for us to use,
A game for us to play,
like:
"How according to plan, will things go Today?"
Take your bets everybody!!
Come on, Take a Shot!
If you're tired of losing,
Strike!
The Iron is hot.
I can see it in your eyes,
that flame,
capable of burning all
opposing you,
If only you could use it.
and... that's the random Poem of the Journal. Yup,
One moment you suspect you will take a break from writing Poems,
The next you take a break from taking a break.
I'd love to know your opinion on the subject and Poem of the Journal :3
~Ladnavar.
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Passivity is an ugly way to say Release and Activity is a pretty way to say enslavement . The Many Worlds are Pictures made by Spirals made by Patterns Free Yet Bound by simulated Chaos Imprinted just as much through this - their Order - then of their absence . Just as am I
here comes the air vehicle~!
I write to myself. calculating what I can allow him to feel when there's so much fear, so much disconnect between the actual events of this life and the person that has tumbled through them and so I write he has been depressed for a long time. alone in that cage the key- left to rust in the corner so it was always up to me trying to do something. feeding him spoonfuls of emotion to get us through the day hoping he wont drown it seems that's all I ever did. careless, inhumane, gay and terrified the purest SIN incarnate I am all that and more so I fear. perhaps one day he will look up fear in his eyes unable to utter a word and in reply, I'll do what I always have - I am a bubble and fear I will burst what does it matter I know it's the same for you just let me rest if there is a meaning to this I'll help you find it so for now.
Journaly10 - Context, Essence, and Tea
no matter the context, things are what they are-
at least their essence is.
love is love, pain is pain
wrath is wrath and comedy is comedy.
if there's a vast discrepancy,
that means someone has prioritized his perceived context over the essence.. something often times unavoidable, but dangerous
as the two are bound together,
and to view just one of these sides is foolish..
life hangs in the balances, between the different versions of reality, between all the contexts we decorate our seasonal trees with. without context the essence might just be a pretty tree, but it is harder yet to shut your eyes to the essence. at that point all you
Ninth Journal: NaPoWriMo WaS AweSoMe - my 30 works
the title says it all!!
by the time I noticed it was National Poetry month, and everyone was uploading daily poems, I was also in daily-uploadation mode; I was also little more than a month away from my university deadlines (which are still steadily approaching, inching closer by the day...). I still took the chance to jump on this train, and started writing and uploading daily, sometimes two works in a day! ..and somehow, I managed to complete all 30 works!! here are they:
(you don't have to read all these, just enjoy the titles and if one catches your interests, please check it out ;~)
week 1:
Esme ~ in a world of Agape
Economic Philos
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